sanity tidal
hospital bed
awareness waning
of what
people did
of what
people said
memories flow
dam broken
catch them
lifetime grown
surface hits
little sense
observers wonder
cycle pensive
unsure of
impending yonder
Love medicinally
will replace
ugly iv
breathe, stand
even if
figuratively
Last breaths uncanny as they are
Life sharp as an eye
last thoughts strange riddles
unsolvable in the dyer
unthinkable in the liver
Last glance as neutral and confusing as birth
you may as well stack balloons
and blow candles
for the surreal shiver of mortality soon
reflect in the steel coffin handles
Last breaths uncanny
A man that taught me to manage
slipping into the outgoing tide
beard below the waves
we reach for a moral to the story
yet it´s a fleeting and arbitrary moral
floating past
one last downpour on the heart
last breath to speak a word
inside the balmy mess of delirium
each wayward word landed well
as the essence inside has no desire to dwell
some invisible realm undiscovered, he is there
toiling like the lost farmer behind his absent stare
Father near me since the factory of my existence
Father taught me a depth of mastery
through his blunders
through his triumph
He came in from the sweltering heats of delirium
burned and shocked
struggling in the rough existance of a troubled mind
from a desert so dry and empty
mindnumbingly endless
I give you forests
streams
contentment forever
I wish it on you
some form will come into focus
not hostile nor malign
but healing and loving
joining you smoothly to the departure
be transformed by it
thought and reaction melts
watch over us as we continue to blunder
and with your blessing let us triumph fiercely as you have
You your personal pope
kiss the ring of your own beliefs
the ring of your own habits
the ring of your own voice
in your own ears
slurp the slurry of your own conditioning
the familar taste of old reoccuring thought
you are becoming who you have always been
the tunnel gets narrower
you your own personal dealmaker
negotiating your own vices like a god
but giving into them like a devil
Like a pope
like the creature you became to hide you hideous flaws
Your string middle
flexible spice you are
A sign of my summer
wakeful thrill and you excite my slumber
colorful dress and corona mask
mid spring wind kicks up the shy devil
a few degrees under cooling off the skin
Your string middle
Your string middle
allows you to sway and swing in the wind
never broken anymore
A piece of string you are sensuality
A piece of my routine
my life essence
My day night and week cure
The bless and caress that makes the furry cat purr
She´s my string middle since I married her
The surburban grassy enclosures of our cities
rich valleys we are put to pasture in
life is encouraging until the moment
they come for our heads
You are what you eat
is the feast of words one might force feed you
From the noble brassica
to the monocotyledon staple
Senses are dulled
apathy litters the track
toward the deafening crack
of the abbatoir
The cheap bubble like philosophy
of the procrastinating and lethargic victim mentality
forms the passport needed for slow complain worthy diseases
A fine blend of distractions to confound us from the essential
ankle deep in the digital gintrap
each little reaction a brick to build a lofty reality
with finger locked eternally to keys
Not a one lifted to apply goodness offline
the language of life is the only language
the thunderblast of truth
the lightening of illumination
kill the pretty barriers
of lovely graffiti
